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Where men shall wonder at the view,And ask in what fair groves they grew; And sojourners beyond the seaShall think of childhood's careless day,And long, long hours of summer play, In the shade of the apple tree.
Each year shall give this apple treeA broader flash of roseate bloom,A deeper maze of verdurous gloom,And loosen, when the frost-clouds lower,The crisp brown leaves in thicker shower. The years shall come and pass, but weShall hear no longer, where we lie,The summer's songs, the autumn's sigh, In the boughs of the apple tree.
And time shall waste this apple tree.Oh, when its aged branches throwThin shadows on the ground below,
